NEW FLORIDA RESIDENT BLOG

Welcome to paradise. In the 1700s the sixth President of the United States (while still a boy) walked past the lot I grew up on to watch the cowardly British shell downtown Boston.  It was a popular section of the city and once a local book seller defeated the most powerful military in the world, my neighborhood flourished.  By the 1800s there weren't a ton of places near me left to build homes on so, I missed out on seeing a bunch of fun construction when I was a kid.  Florida is different. I've seen developers get approval to modify or move lakes to help them develop property.  I've seen massive planned communities where there were once just cow pastures.  Right now, there is construction everywhere.  Our family actually owns a share in a commercial building which was built directly over a body of water.  On purpose. So, it's not surprising that you see a broad variety of different construction teams getting stuff done.  (It's less judgy in Florida so you can be y

Welcome to paradise. I once nearly cost my girlfriend's (now wife's) dog her life because of improper supervision lakeside.  This particular chain of lakes had a 16 foot 'gator who patrolled for large game with two six to eight foot assistants - one night we heard them take down a deer.  A solid 10 on the unpleasant scale.  So I vowed to never go near a lake again. Then our son was born.   Turns out, our son is a real Flo Grown (Florida Grown) boy.  He loves the water, and spends his time wake boarding in lakes or Rivers in the state.  We occasionally see 'gators, have never had a problem but it's still in the back of my mind.  So this past year we have been trying to wakeboard more in the ocean (almost no 'gators ever).  At the end of the day it's the best of both worlds - like most of our state. Sarasota Bay My Website